Poor Dallin is nearly 8 months old and hasn't had his fair share of nature experiences yet. Oh, the deprivation of being the 4th child! On the way home from ice skating, Kevin turned west on the airport road and pulled over to a place we sometimes frequent for bird watching. Due to the randomness of the event, we were unprepared and had no binoculars. We still had an enjoyable time and saw a northern harrier, several Canada geese, blue-winged teal, red-winged and yellow-headed blackbirds, white-faced ibises, a marsh wren, some killdeer, and other random birds we don't recall.
Yesterday Dallin tried eating dandelion greens while at a park, and today he expanded his tastes to include cattail fluff. We should have taken a photo of the fluff all around his mouth, but we didn't. Here is his little fist, clutching his prize!
Megan spent most of her time petting and feeding this horse.
We think this scat is from a fox.
We watched and listened to this marsh wren for quite some time. He was staking out his place in some cattail reeds and kept hopping all over. Kevin finally caught a good photo of him when he flew away from the reeds.
All was well until we got ready to leave. The children were getting buckled into their seats and Kevin was taking a few more photos when suddenly Erin began screaming and wailing. She had unknowingly touched a honey bee that had flown into the Suburban, and it stung her left palm in self defense. Kevin tried to distract her from her trauma by showing her the stinger and explaining that the bee was now going to die. April found the injured bee on the floor and picked it up to show Erin. In the end, Erin was very brave about the ordeal and wanted to hold the bee too. When a second bee flew in the open door, Ian began to shriek and Erin told him, "Don't be scared! Bees are really nice unless you accidentally hurt them." Lesson accomplished!
We can't wait to get out again soon (if the weather would start cooperating more) and look for some nesting birds.



